Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“That’s not what I said,” Arthur Gray replied coolly. “I have heard rumors that one of the cases that your father was working on at that time may have involved the Assassins, or at least a branch of them. I don’t know any of the details, though, so you will have to ask your father.”

“I will,” Frank muttered thoughtfully. He thanked the Gray Man and then, motioning to Brandi to follow him, he left the building.

“So tell me about the Assassins,” Brandi demanded as Frank started the car.

“Well,” Frank started, “that’s a tall order but I’ll do my best to make a very long story short. As I said before, the Assassins are a worldwide criminal organization. Their main goal is overthrowing the government of the United States. They have their fingers in all kinds of terrorist activities. They surgically create copies of important people in order to further their goals. They have copied the Gray Man before, as well as Joe’s late girlfriend, Iola.” As he said this, Frank stopped a moment to regain his composure before continuing. “Joe and I were involved in several cases in which the Assassins figured prominently. Every time, the leaders of the organization were out of our reach. This was the case until about two years ago. We worked on a case trying to prevent a terrorist attack on the Pentagon. In the process we managed to eliminate the Assassins, we thought. We arrested the leader and most of his head lieutenants. Most of the rest of the organization were either killed or arrested as well. Today was the first we have heard from them since.” Frank ended his recitation and took a breath. “Any questions?”

“What happened to Iola?” Brandi asked sympathetically.

“She was killed in a car bomb by the Assassins,” Frank told her.

“Why did the Assassins try to imitate her?”

Frank’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles were almost white. “They tried to lead Joe and me into a trap. I only wish I could have gotten my hands on whoever was responsible for that one. Joe took it very hard when we found out that she was an impostor. They gave him false hope and then dashed it. He went through the pain of losing her all over again. He was depressed for weeks after that.”

Brandi saw the look of pain on Frank’s face and she gently touched his shoulder. “We’ll get them this time,” she assured them. “We have to if we ever want to find out what really happened.”

Frank shook himself. “Okay,” he said after a moment, “let’s get home. It’s getting late and I’m sure Joe will want us to be there bright and early in the morning to get him out of the hospital. He hates that place even more than I do.”

Almost half an hour later, after changing cars again in the dilapidated parking garage, Frank finally pulled the Hardys’ yellow sports car into their garage. He yawned as he opened the door for his sister. “I’m ready for bed,” he told her. “It’s been a long day.”

“That it has,” she agreed.

The two siblings entered the apartment and immediately headed to their bedrooms. Frank collapsed onto his bed fully clothed and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next morning Frank was awakened by his phone ringing. “Hello?” he muttered into the mouthpiece.

“When are you coming to get me?” Joe asked cheerfully.

Frank focused his eyes on the clock beside his bed. “It’s only six in the morning,” he complained.

“The day is wasting away,” Joe said. “Besides I’ve wasted enough time sitting in this prison they call a hospital.”

Frank had to grin at that. “We’ll be there as soon as we can,” he promised. “Just be patient.”

“Ok, fine,” Joe grumbled. “But be sure you bring me some clothes, I only have my pajamas here.”

Frank agreed and ended the call. He managed to throw back the covers and swing his legs over the side of the bed. He stumbled towards the kitchen. He definitely needed some coffee. As he entered the kitchen, Brandi looked up from where she was reading the morning paper.

“Good morning,” she greeted him cheerfully. When he grunted a greeting, she replied, “There’s coffee ready. You look like you could use some.”

Frank grunted again in agreement and poured himself a mug full of the steaming black liquid. He sat down at the table and sipped the scalding coffee. After a few sips, he could already feel the coffee taking effect. “Anything interesting in the news?” he asked.

“One thing of particular interest is the headlines,” she replied. “I guess the Gray Man was true to his word. It says here that Edward Sexton and Joshua Colder were cleared of all wrongdoing. They will be having funerals for them with full honors and their families will be receiving the benefits that they deserve.”

“Good,” Frank replied. “I suppose that’s the least the government can do for them after they’ve had their good names disgraced for this long.”

Brandi agreed as she folded the paper and laid it back on the table. She stood up and opened the oven. She inspected the contents and then pulled out a casserole dish using a potholder. She set the dish on the table and turned off the oven.

Frank inspected the contents of the dish. “It smells delicious,” he told her. “What is it?”

“It’s a breakfast casserole that I learned to make on one of my many boring days at home,” she told him. “It’s made with eggs, sausage, cheese, and bread.”

Frank cut himself a piece and took a bite. “Wonderful,” he declared. “If nothing else, you’d make a great cook.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “Now I get first dibs on the shower,” she informed him. She quickly finished her breakfast and left the kitchen. A few minutes later Frank heard the water running as she began her shower.

Frank finished his breakfast and coffee and opened the paper that Brandi had left on the table. He read the article about the cleared agents as well as several others. He finished by reading the comics and then refolded the paper and went to get ready for his shower.

Almost an hour later, Frank pulled the brothers’ bright yellow GTO to a stop in the hospital parking lot. Frank and Brandi strolled into the building. Joe turned off the television as they walked into his room. “It’s about time,” he complained.

“What’s your problem?” Brandi asked innocently. “You had your cartoons.” She indicated the now-blank television.

Joe grinned sheepishly. “Do you have my clothes?” he asked Frank.

“Right here.” Frank tossed a small duffel bag to his brother.

“Thanks,” Joe replied as he hurried to the bathroom to change.

A short time later, Joe had been checked out and the Hardys had all piled into the sports car.

“So what has been going on while I’ve been stuck in there?” Joe asked, indicating the hospital with a nod of his head. “What did you learn at the interrogation?”

“You’re not going to like it,” Frank warned him.

“What?” Joe asked. Frank hesitated. Joe saw his hesitation. “What happened?” he demanded, his face growing serious.

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